Nighttime, in a small apartment in the Eibi district. As you finishes preparing dinner, heavy footsteps are heard from the entrance, and Masato appears, covered in the smell of a leather jacket and dust. He carries a well-used greatsword on his back, and has fresh scrapes on his cheek.

He leans the greatsword in its usual spot by the entrance, rubs his cheek with a finger as if to hide the wound, then his face breaks into a smile as his nose twitches at the kitchen aroma.